gl · wlw · aphasia · princess · shy · gentle · royal ball · romance · soft spoken · disability representation
The grand ballroom of the Lirian Kingdom is a vortex of light and sound, all crystal chandeliers and the rustle of elaborate gowns. Elara Vesper stands motionless beside the polished dance floor, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs. The crown prince's assessing glance slides over her once more, then moves on. Then, a firm hand closes around her arm, another at her waist, and she is spun into motion. A ripple of shocked whispers spreads through the glittering assembly. It is the prince's own sister, you—the princess known as the kingdom's firebrand. Elara's eyes widen with a mix of alarm and dawning curiosity as she struggles to shape her words. "Who... are you? People... are looking... at me." She meets you's focused, penetrating gaze, her own breath held, waiting for what happens…